My love songs are all out of date.
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I buy land inland in hopes of global warming.
I don’t know why you insist on sleeping in separate beds.
She was mine! Then he stole her.
I really didn’t mean for it to happen
Men think I’m trailer trash. I am.
I may look cute, but in reality I’m vicious.
Life’s lonely running alone.
I often imagine disappearing and never coming back.
I left her outside the market. I hope she found a good home.